A Second Trip to See Miss Cynthia - Sex Stories

A Second Trip to See Miss Cynthia

... was much too excited to calmly go about seeing to it that she was being taken care of. His stroke in and out of her dripping hole moved quickly to a rapid pace. Her body was amazing. He watched her breasts bounce when he pushed his cock into her depth. He could feel the coolness of the skin on her ass as his body smacked into her. And he could hear the none-too-subtle sounds coming from her mouth letting him know that she fully appreciated his hard cock. “Oh yes!” she said again and followed that with, “Oh, Fuck, Yes!” What an incredible view in the mirror. What a heavenly feeling around his cock. He watched the expressions on her face in the mirror and knew beyond a doubt that there was nothing fake about this woman’s moans and sounds of enjoyment. Cynthia looked at him in the mirror and said, “I want you to cum inside of me, Evan. After you are gone I’m going to masturbate thinking about you fucking me and I’ll want to put a finger inside my pussy and taste you.” He gave her three more hard thrusts, pulled her tightly against him and exploded in her depth. He gave her all of the cum that he had been building up since she stepped out from behind the screen in the silk pajamas. His orgasm seemed to go on forever. Finally he pulled out of her and took a step back. Cynthia quickly spun around, dropped to her knees and sucked his dripping cock into her mouth, moaning around it as she sucked all of the juice off of it. When she finished, she sat back on her ...

... knees and looked up at his face. Still holding his cock in her hand she smiled and said, “It’s all about the marketing. You are happy with your purchase and I’m delighted to have helped you make the decision.” “And here I was thinking I was special,” Evan offered as he pulled her up to her feet. “Oh you are special, Evan. You are very special,” she said with a smile. “I’m hoping this wasn’t a one-time thing.” He gave her a broad smile saying, “You know, I have some sheets that are chocolate brown. I’m thinking that you would look quite excellent lying on them naked.” “I like the idea of being naked with you,” she said as she moved up onto her tiptoes and kissed him lightly. “Maybe some evening soon we could try it in some place a little more intimate than a dressing room.” “I can arrange that,” he told her. “Do you prefer white or red wine?” “I’ll drink whatever you pour me,” she replied. “It’s not the wine I’m interested in, it’s the naked.” Fifteen minutes later he was dressed, the gift was paid for and wrapped, and he was in his car headed home. As he drove he thought about his time with Miss Cynthia and the promise of more of the same to follow. When he stopped at a traffic light he checked his phone and found a text message from Laura. It read, “I’m hoping that lunch tomorrow will be very long. I’ve been anxiously awaiting a replay of my birthday adventure.” Putting the phone back into the console he thought to himself, “ Evan, you lucky bastard!”